learn to live
The woman with the glowing eyes listened patiently, no doubt having little understanding of his words. Even if she did, the words came too fast, too much. Though his own thoughts were getting louder, he could see the struggle within, a light that didn't heal or help, but conquered and betrayed. Her people sang a song so beautiful he could almost make it out, but it was drowned out, something dark, shrieks that instilled terror in many.
For now, it was probably best to focus on the fact that he was the one who maybe needed help right now. He didn't know how to blend in when he could be seen, live in a world that wasn't his familiar, safe. Thedas had been difficult enough at times, but here he had to learn all over again. At least the woman agreed with the words he spoke that did make some kind of sense. Asking was hard. Some people didn't like asking for help, even when they needed it. Especially when they needed it, the words tasting like ashes in their mouths. He couldn't taste his words, but most of what he spoke came from confusion and a general lack of understanding of how a normal person in this world sustained themselves. He helped, but had never asked for any for himself. In The Spire, he had been alone, confused, not knowing what he was and what he should do. Rhys had helped him, without asking. He helped him back, but in the end he turned away. The Herald had not, but by then he had remembered what he was, taught himself to be that way and less like the scared young man who thought killing was the best way to help.
The woman before him now spoke with concern, patient and kind, though he sensed that she was curious about him. He was curious about her too. She shined like The Herald, but brighter still, born anew as something else, something greater. She said he didn't need to ask her for help. Good. He didn't know how.
"Oh...thank you", he spoke with a hint of relief as she then seemed to visually appraise him. He cocked his head as she then asked when the last time he ate was. Oh, was that why she looking at him? She thought he looked hungry? When had he eaten last anyway? Normally, he stole what he could. He knew it was wrong, but no one was going to starve because he needed to eat. He made sure of that, tried anyway.
[color=#cc5200]"I didn't need to before, but now it's hard to find."[color]. He spoke. It would be rather ironic if he met his end here in Avalon in the same way as the real Cole died alone and forgotten in a dungeon cell. Not that such irony would occur to him, but the thought at least did cross his mind.
'Come', the woman bade, and he followed, knowing that she couldn't help if he wasn't there. In the back room where she led him, food lined the tables, not enough to make a meal, but it would loosen the knot he felt in his belly. It was growling again too. He'd already told it to be quiet, but it didn't listen.
He hesitated for a moment as he was invited to eat, seeing in her head how it had made her sick. He had yet to be sick off anything he had eaten since coming here. She said it was safe, but still there were things he didn't recognise, know as safe. Still, he was hungry and he knew she was telling the truth. Maybe it would be good.